Rekindling old flames or simply old flames rekindling? Recently, a New York couple decided to tie the knot after being divorced for 48 years. Lena Henderson and Roland Davis divorced back in 1964, but this was only the beginning of their unorthodox love story.
As the fleet of buses carrying Penn State players made its way to Beaver Stadium, at least one seat remained empty for the trek.
To a financially sound person, a good measurement of life’s fulfillments could be measured by how culturally diverse that person’s achievements are. I am nothing like that. When a good friend of mine would rightfully brag about their trip across Europe, I would brag about how many people I assassinated in Europe, during my third playthrough of Assassin’s Creed 2.
The British used to be really messed-up people.
The saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” has to have been written about dining hall food.
It was Sunday morning and I knew before I even opened my eyes that it was going to be a bad day. After several weeks of denial, frustration and several botched attempts at time travel, it was time to face the sad truth: Summer had come to an end and it was time to return to Ohio University for another year of school.
Here I am waiting in the German Consulate in Chicago. This is my second attempt at getting a German visa to study at the University of Leipzig. Last time, the official told me that my U.S. visa would expire during the intended trip. My only choice was to go back to China, renew my U.S. visa, come back to the United States and apply for a German visa again. According to the German official, and an advisor at OU’s office of International Student and Faculty Services, it was the only way.
Prince Harry brings a whole new meaning to “royal pains.” Unless you live under a rock … or you’re still waiting on Time Warner to install your cable and Internet, I’m sure you’ve probably heard about the photo scandal surrounding Prince Harry. In case you haven’t, the British prince was recently photographed nude in Las Vegas after an intense game of strip billiards.
Helplessness is a feeling I generally try to avoid. I’m much happier when I’m fixing a problem or keeping one from happening.
I don’t know anything about sports.
Editorial independence is a hard-won battle.
So this is my last column for the The Post.
ust as the sun rises and sets with the passing of the days, so too does Donald Trump seem to rise and fall in media attention. (Also like the sun, he is extremely bright-colored and radiates a large amount of hot air.)
Once I asked a student from Lithuania — now a good friend of mine on Facebook — to tell me about life in his home country. “It’s just like everywhere else. The world is so globalized, you know,” he said.
Upon arriving in France, I was scared. I was afraid of the language, the culture and my new home.
As the last Spring Quarter draws to a close, the double-doors to a glorious and humid summer will swing open. But what does that mean for our fitness routines?
About a year ago, Wesley Lowery asked me to be associate editor at The Post. Being a public-relations student, working at a newspaper was something I never envisioned for myself. I had been a copy editor at The Post the previous two years and was planning on ending my time here and moving on to a job that paid better.
I received a text message from my older brother the other day that read, “I think it is time for me to come visit you in Athens.”
Solutions by The State News